Salutations.
My name's Jonan,
I'm an 18 year old with the lungs and liver of a 70 year old.
If by any unfortunate(for you) chance,
you get to know me more intimately,
you will find that I:
am quite the cynical little shit
am rather lazy,that's what everyone tells me anyway.
prefer night so much more over the day that I've made a few owl friends.
experiment with the stupidest things possible and still think I am reasonably intelligent.
have an ectoplasmic look during classes.
change brands of cigarettes as much as a girl changes clothes.
am an asshole in my own right,if you know what's good for you,you won't get close.
have an email address;jonan_yip@hotmail.com.

Misery loves company which is why I'm never alone. Don't say I didn't warn ya.

Why,when we do our darkest deeds do we tell?
They burn in our brains,become a living hell.

The past few weeks have been a flurry of chalets,late night drinking sessions and mid-afternoon hangovers(which suck pretty badly).I can't remember a time during the holidays when I've woken up(after an adequate 6 hours of sleep hurhur)during a time when the sun is up and about.

Life is gooooood.

So what have I been up to so far?

Playing mahjong.

Yes,playing mahjong.No kidding.

My mom laughed her ass off(quite hysterically I might add,I was afraid she might hyperventilate)when she saw me in a mahjong session with several individuals.

"Cannot even see things properly,now want to play mahjong.You see you missing one tile you also don't know."(THIS IS OBVIOUSLY A REFERENCE TO MY LESS THAN DECENTLY SIZED EYES)

Yes,I was missing a tile but I blame it on the lack of nicotine or someone cheating at the table.

Apparently,watching Cantonese movies such as Kungfu Mahjong,etc does not help either.

They've already labelled me "God of Mahjong" and "Mahjong Legend".

There are limits to how sarcastic one can be.

Anyway,until next time!

PONG!,Jonan.